Friday, July 29, 2005

summer is almost hereand love isan accumulationhe beat me and weplayed a little mouseif he continues to playhe can staybut I enjoy this gamebetter than the subwayI enjoy his sonnetsbest ever I’m wet someit’s been thebest spring everwe were eaten alive todaya wet springand the longer it’s beenthe less I feel

I took a breakand made the bedbetween prescription refillsinevitably our perspectivesshiftthis being due to the tickingmoreso than normal stuffotherwise noterrible side effectsno blue boxesI didn’t kick himsince he finallygave me money

Thursday, July 28, 2005

now I am twenty-nine years oldthe Virgin Maryis sunning next toa broken boughincredibly uneventfulhe thinks I have away with wordshe got me a nicelamp and some plantsI need to get those framedmassage lotionsphone messagesher poems like colloidsfull of frozen gesturesdream scenesthe Columbus Zoohe told mehe doesn’t thinkwe’ll everget back togetherdrive to work for a while